Sticking the dismount

It's been five years in this apartment, with plenty of odd experiences dealing with management. This is the first time I ever received a bad report card!

My plants aren't dead, I said. They are just resting up for spring. And the item I'm storing on the porch is the watering can to refresh the not-dead plants.

Between this blemish on my permanent record and my bum knee waking me to the realities of aging, I'm getting the urge to move on down to a ground level apartment.

Seemed like an old-time tv show sketch when three guys in blotchy coveralls started roller-painting the stair rail before I did my creaky descent to leave for work.

Thanks to Hugh "Lumpy" Brannum aka Mr. Green Jeans aka Bainter the Painter.


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